Dracoangst Stories

My summaries are bad; I'm sorry. Draco Malfoy has been given vanilla cupcakes, but in return, he gives heartbreak.

I nearly killed somebody,don't you mind? You see my face like a heart attack,don't you mind? I put your mother through hell,don't you mind? I hurt your brother as well,don't you mind? Oh I was thinking about killing myself,don't you mind? I love you,don't you mind?

As per requested by a lovely anon :) shout out to you for giving me content xD ( Y/N female reader is lonely and has no friends and begs her boyfriend to comfort her ;)

Hello! This is Phoenix here and I will be posting oneshots and blurbs in this book which are taken from the Tumblr account @thehalfbloodedwitch which is my account. These are a collection of ONLY fluff and angst fics of Draco Malfoy. Hope you enjoy it!

Harry and Draco find themselves in a sticky situation. The two soon learn that the only way out, is to let each other in.

Sometimes we find comfort in a character. A character that isn't real. Sometimes we latch onto these characters. Sometimes we depend on them for help. But they aren't always there when we need them. Draco Malfoy x Reader Draco has been my comfort character for years. I only recently realised this. Whenever I find myself feeling hard emotions, I turn to him. I consume any sort of media that has him in it. Wether I read about him, or I draw him, or I write about him. I always turn to him. I've also realised that he must be the comfort character for many others. And it's difficult to find comfort in somebody who doesn't exist. Somebody who only exists in our imagination. So, I wanted to write this short story as help for those who find it difficult to find comfort in a character. Although he may not be real, he has helped me in many different ways. I hope he can help you too, even if it's just by 1%. 🖤🖤🖤

When Draco is constantly acting and his mask slowly breaks what happens? Does he try to put it back on or let the broken pieces fall... I do not own Harry Potter- ew copyright

This takes place when Draco becomes a deatheater. Most of what I write I think of but some of it is from the MOVIES not the books. It's more of a sad Draco story but it does involve more people. In part three you will see some new characters not involving Harry Potter.

Nobody knows Draco . . . and nobody ever will. That was dearest Draco's last thought before downing all the pills in the bottle. What happens when all the students come back for an eighth year but seem to disregard all the Slytherins' struggles prior to the war? What happens when a student almost loses their life because of it?

after fleeing my deatheater family, draco malfoy was the last person i thought i'd find comfort in. although, i probably shouldn't have. i wish i didn't. everything just got more complicated. but maybe that's what i needed. *** first person, alecius' POV (UH-LESS-EE-US) CONTENT WARNINGS: child abuse, brief theme of sexual assault (not from draco and not romanticized), a bit of emotional manipulation (romanticized lol), suggestive themes, alcohol use lowercase intended. listen to ur fav tunes. all rights reserved to jk rowling besides my oc's which are just alecius, her family, and jenna. just a disclaimer, i started this story when i was very young. it's been years since i originally started this fic. now, i am trying to finish it, while also fixing it. if anyone has any criticisms, or suggestions, please feel free to let me know! i'm totally open to critiques and tips. thank you everyone for the support :) it's very inspiring.

"It felt like he was using Crucio on me, while getting bit by a thousand snakes. The pain was unbearable, and in that moment it felt like I died. Honestly, I would have preferred death over getting the mark at that moment." Draco Malfoy had received the dark mark mere days before the timeline this story is set in. Nightmares of the event that took place the night he got it plague him at night, and if you were still awake you could hear the screams of agony coming from the boy as he sits in the bathroom for hours at a time, trying to cut the mark out of his skin. Harry Potter could hear these screams, but due to everything that had happened to him in the past, these screams were waved off like a speck of dust, with Harry thinking they were just his nightmares. That is, until Moaning Murtle came to Harry one day about the screams, seeking his help to end them. "You knew that it would be painful, so why did you get it?" "Harry, are you dense? The Dark Lord ordered me to get it, I had no choice. Unless I had a death wish, and I would prefer to stay alive." **Cover art not mine **TW: Cursing, gore, torture